The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1887-10-29
inued: "How oddly we talk for

heavy with the sweetness of brilliant
and odorous flowers.
"You and 1 never were strangers,
said Taine. "When our eyes first
met there was recognition and SYM
pathy. 1 think our souls have met
in the spirit land. When we slept,
perhaps, he added willingly.
So they talked on, these two, for
getting for the time the world. the
music and everything but them
selves.
From that time Taine became
frequent visitor at the Deane's house
and Dorothea looked forward to his
coming with as much interest al
most as Dea. He liked to sit with
them in the evening hour when the
fire lit up the two beautiful faces.
The mother, like one of his marble
creations the daughter, warm, liv-
ing, loving.
The one, a realization of his ideal
in art; the other, of an earthly love.
So they sat tonight. He was deep
in a reverie, of which Dea grew inn
patient, and, rising, went to the
piano. Taine was musing, and
looking straight at Dorothea. ooh, "
thought he, "if, like Pygmalion, 1
could make this statue a living
thing; if only by my love I could
breathe life and love into her-this
faultless, divine Dorothea p He
was showing more in his eyes than
he knew, and looking up, Dorothea
met the look and understood. Her
face was a shade paler as she rose
and left the room. Taino sighed. 81
have not the power" he thought, and
was disappointed and dissatisfied
with himself, as he was when he
could not bring out in marble his
highest conceptions.
Deals voice was cold no longer
and the passion that quivered
through it brought him to her side
Why should he sigh for the unat
tainable when he could possess sucf
love as this? He was magnetized
soothed, and for a little while forgo-
art.
One day he said to Dorothea
"You have never seen any Of my
statues, and l have something new
in my studio which the world says
is the best and greatest work will
you come and see it?"
She bent her head simply in &C
cent. The next morning, after max
ing her round of visits among thos,
who needed her care and charity
she went slowly up the stairs whicl
led to Taine's studio. She was go
ing for purpose. But why doe
she suddenly stand still, as if una
Bile to drag herself up the few re
naming steps? Can this be th
woman whom Taino has called
, statue? Her mouth is quiyering
her eyes are tender and misty, AM
{ she sways as though she would fall
Yes, she loves but, true to her ma
, ture, her love was sublime, unset
= fish and self-sacrificing. In fey
Q moments she had recovered her com
posure and entered the studio. Tain
came eagerly forward to meet hei
, Seeing her for the first time alone
, and where he always thought of he
most, among his marbles, he grey
dizzy with Il sudden hope.
This is it," drawing a curtaii
f aside.
He said no more, knowing tina
the exquisitely beautiful figure call
ed "Loven would reveal more to he
than he could express. A little eshive
ran through Dorothea as she stoo
perfectly still, and gazed upon tn
7 face and figure of herself. 1t wa
marvellous to her, and she gloried i
the genius and greatness of the ma
! whose highest and ideal nature sh
could so thoroughly appreciate.
O light swept over her fance, and Tain,
:, seeing it, could keep silence no longe
Dorothea, need l tell you that
love you?" he exclaimed, passion
ately.
She started, and for an instant ha
:, turned from him, COMPRISING hi
, = mouth tightly. Then she lifted h,
head bravely and said:
! "You have done wrong to max
! this statue of me; it should hay
been Dea, not l."
"And you do not, will never loN
me ?" he faltered.
Her gray eyes met his as col
I and passionless as ever.
: "No," she continued, l love b.
one being, that is my daughter De
She loves you, and you will n,
u break her heart You will mari
her? ?"
II YES" he said sadly "if you wis